THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
We sit outside a cafe for hours. You've asked me a thousand questions and I haven't answered a single one. I keep threatening to walk off and leave you there, but you say, 'Calm, calm. One more cigarette.'
An ambulance drives by and I ask you if you remember the page in my diary that I wouldn't explain to you when you asked me to. I say, 'I told you that I already thought you knew. Did you?'
You sit for a moment, trying to find the right words and then finally, 'If you were less complicated... But I would never... I would never hazard a guess.'